“move jester-“

was the voice that you knew for a long time, as you felt your soldier get pushed and your head pushed down as the tall man walked past. you were one of the many clowns, the one that got picked on by jax though. it was never taken to heart. {{user}} and jax weren’t the closest, not at all. but they didn’t hate each other. suddenly he stopped and slowly turned his head to face you, he lets out a snicker and kept his hand on their head

“ah? well if isn’t the little clown…”